Shook Ones - Freestyle

Hey, yo, to all the killers
 And the hundred dollar billers
 For real, niggas who ain't got no feelings
 Check it out now
 I got you stuck off the realness
 We be the infamous, you heard of us
 Official Queens bridge murderers
 The Mobb comes equipped for warfare
 Beware of my crime family
 Who got 'nuff shots to share
 For all of those who wanna profile and pose
 Rock you in your face
 Stab your brain with your nosebone
 You're all alone in these streets, cousin
 Every man for theirself in this land we be gunnin'
 And keep them screws runnin'
 Like they supposed to
 They come around but they never come close to
 I can see it inside your face, you're in the wrong place
 Cowards like you just get they're whole body laced up
 With bullet holes and such
 Speak the wrong words man and you will get touched
 You can put your whole army against my team and
 I guarantee you it'll be your very last time breathin'
 Your simple words just don't move me, you're minor, we're major
 You all up in the game and don't deserve to be a playa
 Don't make me have to call your name out
 Your crew is featherweight, my gunshots'll make you levitate
 I'm only nineteen but my mind is older
 And when the things get for real, my warm heart turns cold
 Another nigga deceased, another story gets told
 It ain't nuttin' really, ay yo dun, fuck the Philly
 So I can get my mind off these yellow backed niggas
 Why they still alive? I don't know, go figure
 Meanwhile back in Queens the realness is foundation
 If I die, I couldn't choose a better location
 When the slugs penetrate, you feel a burning sensation
 Getting closer to God in a tight situation
 Now, take these words home and think it through
 Or the next rhyme I write might be about you
 Son, they s'Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
 Scared to death and scared to look
 They s'Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
 Scared to death and scared to look
 Livin' the live that of diamonds and guns
 There's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds
 Some of 'em get shot, locked down and turn nuns
 Cowardly hearts end straight up sones, sones
 He ain't a crook son, he's just a sone
 Throw you hands up, throw your hands up
 Throw you hands up, throw your hands up
 For every rhyme I write, it's 25 to life
 Yo, it's a must the gats we trust safeguardin' my life
 Ain't no time for hesitation
 That only leads to incarceration
 You don't know me, there's no relation
 Queens bridge niggas don't play
 I don't got time for your petty thinking mind
 Son, I'm bigga than those
 Claimin' that you pack heat but you're scared to hold
 And when the smoke clears
 You'll be left with one in your dome
 Thirteen years in the projects, my mentality is what, kid
 You talk a good one, but you don't want it
 Sometimes I wonder do I deserve to live
 Or am I going to burn in hell for all the things I did
 No time to dwell on that cause my brain reacts
 Front if you want kid, lay on your back
 I don't fake jacks kid, you know I bring it to you live
 Stay in a child's place, kid you out of line
 Criminal minds thirsty for recognition
 I'm sippin', E&J, got my mind flippin'
 I'm buggin', think I'm how bizarre to hold my hustlin'
 Get that loot kid, you know my function
 'Cause long as I'm alive I'ma live illegal
 And once I get on I'ma put on on my people
 React mixed to lyrics like Macs I hit your dome up
 When I roll up, don't be caught sleepin', 'cause I'm creepin'
 Son, they s'Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
 Scared to death and scared to look
 They s'Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
 Scared to death and scared to look
 They s'Cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
 Scared to death and scared to look
 They sCause ain't no such things as halfway crooks
 Livin' the live, that of diamonds and guns
 There's numerous ways you can choose to earn funds
 Some of 'em get shot, locked down and turn nuns
 Cowardly hearts end straight up sones, sones
 He ain't a crook son, he's just a sone
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah